I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

"Haven't you realized yet that pain is actually quite insignificant?"

White Night took in Kal'tsit's entire performance.

"Stay away, protect yourself, Kal'tsit."

Compared to Kal'tsit's splitting headache, Bai Zhou only felt like she'd been poked in the head.

Bai Ye's attacks had little effect on him.

“Soul…you keep emphasizing the soul.”

"What you just used... is an ability that can damage the soul."

"You are very intelligent. Why not join me?"

"I've already said I don't want to get involved in this mess."

Bai Zhou raised his hand, and lightning fell from the sky to strike Bai Ye, but it was neutralized by that strange power.

"You should trust me and dedicate your life to me. Then, I will naturally show you what true power is."

White Night spread his wings, and then, his apostles underwent a terrifying transformation.

"Arise, my servants, and sing to welcome my arrival."

The apostles donned eerie red bird-beak masks, and their bodies underwent terrifying mutations under the halo of the white night.

Their bodies grew larger and larger, tearing apart all the clothes that covered their bodies.

They turned deathly pale, as if they had lost their skin.

They have a pair of pure white wings growing from their backs.

In their hands appeared a cross that could "forgive" all sins.

They began to fight for their "master".

The first and eleventh people to receive the baptism of the violet became the Guardian Apostles.

The second and third people who received the baptism of the violet became the Scythe Apostles.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth people who received the baptism of the violet became the Apostles of the Scepter.

The seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth people who received the baptism of violets became spear apostles.

The twelfth person to receive the baptism of the violet became a traitor who betrayed his master.

But... this forced baptism imposed on daylight failed to have any effect.

"We still have to rely on our strength to speak for itself."

Bai Zhou raised his hand, and the Arcane Blade, imbued with lightning, slashed at the first spear-wielding apostle charging towards him.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through its limbs, splitting it in two.

But before Baiyue could stop his movements, the attacks of the second and third spear apostles had already arrived.

In broad daylight, he raised his arms, neither dodging nor flinching, and thrust two sharp blades straight into their throats.

In the blink of an eye, their guns pierced the shadows left behind, pinning their lives to the spot as well.

The last spear apostle's spear tip was gripped by Daylight, preventing it from advancing any further.

Then, the dozen or so sharp blades that Tian Sha sprang out chopped it to pieces.

[The Spear Apostle exits the stage.]

The three apostles with scepters raised the crosses in their hands toward the daylight.

The immense magical power was transformed by the cross into meteor-like magical projectiles that blasted towards him.

But the magic bullet, which was as swift as the wind, appeared as slow as a tortoise in Bai Zhou's eyes, so how could it possibly hit him?

As expected, the torrent of magic bullets shattered the air.

And daylight had already appeared before them with flashes of thunder.

The blade severed the arms of the two apostles who were holding the scepter, and with a final kick, sent the third apostle flying.

Thunder echoed as the flying apostles crashed into the scythe-wielding apostles guarding their backs.

The shadow took shape within it, and then transformed it into a blooming flower.

[The Apostle of the Scepter, departs.]

Most of the eleven apostles had died or been injured, but Bai Ye showed no fear.

He slightly spread his wings, and the halo once again spread in all directions.

His voice then rang out:

"The gates of the paradise slowly opened as I knocked."

I came from the end, and I have no attachment to this place, but I simply stop here.

I am the one who lights the lamp of hope and faces the world.

My beloved, from this moment on, I will present you with the most beautiful and incomparably dazzling path.

"Your Highness! Uh—watch out!"

A severe headache prevented Kal'tsit from concentrating on summoning Mon3tr.

She doesn't even have the ability to help Bai Zhou now.

Do not!

She can still get some things done!

Kal'tsit, enduring her headache, ran towards the boulder that was parked not far away.

Behind her, the apostles who had been killed by daylight had been resurrected by their "master".

That guy can keep resurrecting those apostles. If those apostles aren't dealt with to relieve the pressure on Daylight, they will eventually exhaust Daylight's power.

If the giant stone can be activated, it might be able to stop the apostles during the day and provide assistance for him to defeat this strange being.

"Kal'tsit...tsk."

Bai Zhou withdrew his gaze from Kal'tsit, who was struggling to enter the boulder, and then flashed away, knocking the charging scythe apostle away.

This Kal'tsit, disregarding her own condition, has once again gotten involved in such a dangerous matter.

The Thirty-Eight Days and Nights, also known as: Now You Are Stronger

"Your path will end here."

In battle, every fleeting glimmer of hope must be seized.

Kal'tsit wielded the giant rock and charged into the battle.

The Apostles' weapons, empowered by the White Night, could pierce the Arcane Armor, but they could not kill the boulders while simultaneously wounding them.

While Kal'tsit drew away the scepter and spear apostles, Daybreak wielded her blade, breaking through the encirclement of scythe apostles, severing the two guardian apostles protecting Daybreak, and arrived before Daybreak.

He unleashed a thunderstorm upon the white night, brandishing his blade.

"The twelfth, nothing on the sunny side of the world can harm me."

Only darkness can contend with light.

He did not get angry because the day attacked Him; He even began to instruct the day on how to harm Him.

"Darkness..."

The shadow power gained during the day is only a portion of the power of darkness.

But it is more than just a part.

It's more like a key, waiting for the right lock to open that forbidden door.

"If you don't defeat me, I will have you."

Bai Ye has not given up on his dream of bringing the true dragon into his possession.

"Unleash your power, twelfth."

"Immersed in that darkness, you will rule this world with me."

Human strength has its limits.

Bai Zhou raised his hand and summoned lightning, crushing the apostles resurrected by Bai Ye.

But the lightning could not harm Bai Ye, not even knock down a single feather of His.

"Perhaps only the world can defeat the savior."

By day, the Heavenly Fiend spreads its arms wide, and trembles slightly.

"Loneliness, death, and disease have taken over the world. Only through reshaping can people be reborn. Therefore, I will change this world."

The White Night once again unleashed its halo, but this time, it resurrected more than just the apostles.

The light that had always illuminated the daytime began to grow even stronger.

Because there is light, there is darkness.

The power of shadow manifested in Bai Zhou.

Throughout the day, it has simply been used as a means of transportation.

Only now has he officially begun to use this power.

“I say: Great soul, darkness will become your scales, and light will forge your horns.”

The White Night imbued the Day with the power of words.

He seemed to be waiting for something.

The world has changed its colors.

The light cast down became its dividing line.

Behind Bai Ye, there was a vast expanse of light, yet not a single other could be seen within it.

Behind the daylight, darkness shrouds everything, and all existence is clearly distinguished as black and white.